look what I found

The Warlord brought his attention to the stranger - the newest member of the Armada. He was indeed, as Sirius had hypothesized, a slave for his son to train. He was short, skinny, and there was something brewing behind his eyes. Despite this, he bowed his head and made a terse greeting. The Warlord finished his studying of the boy, and spoke. “You’ll find plenty of meals in the Armada - but they come at the cost of hard work. Listen well to Azure, for you’re his charge. Play your cards right, and you may find yourself in the warrior rank of the Armada one day.” he said, voice stern but not cruel.

He turned his gaze back to his son. “Mold him, shape him to the values of the Armada. I will leave the how up to your discretion. If I find you abusing it however, there will be consequences. You’ve done well, my son.”

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